ROSE AND RAM DASS

[gypsygirl]

Rose is dead. She's dead. No longer breathing. She doesn't need her fingernails painted pink anymore. She doesn't need to make excuses for her one crooked finger. I'm no longer Klina, and she won't ever tell me about how she used to swim with the dolphins and whales in the San Francisco Bay. She won't laugh and exclaim, "here comes Klina and

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[kaeruemi]

omg.... no no no no no no...dammit!!! i loved rose!! i'm drunk now, but i mean it...she fucking touched me! no no no no ... dammit... fuck!... i miss her too!!!...even though i only knew her for a day... dammit i miss her... shit goddamn hell fuck!!!

[gypsygirl]

different rose.

[kaeruemi]

ok... well... still... *sigh*

[kaeruemi]

i'm sorry erin. i'd hug you if i were in hugging distance :)... i wish we never had to lose people...

"Instead of letting myself love the people around me, I worry because of old aches and pains that have nothing to do with the present people I am knowing."... i wish i didn't know that feeling... *sigh*

[guitargrrl]

erin.

i am sorry.

i guess there's never much more to say than that.

death scares me so bad i shiver thinking of anyone dying. i cannot handle it. i spend hours upon hours laying in bed at night thinking about nothing but death and i'm sorry i cant say something better. but you imortalize these people for so many people who never met them and it touches us all. you give them immortality in that sense. but i am so sorry you will never paint her nails or hear her laugh again.

i love you so...

madi

[gypsygirl]

Madi. What you said is perfect. There isn't anything you're supposed to say.

I love you too Madisun....

thank you